My hard-earned Medium cup of Tea
It has been a month since I joined Medium. As sixteen stories old, and a Turkish pot of tea worth medium-earnings in my pocket, it is time for me to pause and cherish the journey I have covered.
I took to medium when an article of mine got published in The globe and Mail newspaper.
Seeing my name on a printed sheet of paper left me high. There were people who shared my story, wrote comments on it. And it felt nothing less than magic. To have people, real people, people I did’t know, appreciate my words, felt surreal.
In that moment of feeling accomplished, I decided to write more.
I have always been a writer. A hindi writer mostly. But lost or forgot the skill over time. I have made multiple attempts to get back at it, but every time it just did not stick.
But Medium is different. It is a positive place, full of people who encourage you, cheer you on, and inspire you with their words and stories. To me, it also feels like a party of introverts. A place where if you want, you can really lift each other, reciprocate the goodness…
